Having woken this morning and consumed my usual cup of tea I set about my ablutions and whilst in the process of shaving I had occasion to view my face, “my what a fine figure of a man, with the face of an angel and not a wrinkle to be seen anywhere” I thought, and then I woke up.
Somewhat later I dragged my bleary eyed self to the bathroom and went through the same process again, only this time I was awake, gravity I’m sad to say has a lot to answer for. I do possess photographs of my younger self and am forced to wonder whether my parents substituted the image of another child, for the cherubic infant with tight golden curls and stunning blue eyes is a far cry from the “interesting” face I now carry. I shouldn’t complain for it was my “interesting character face” wrinkles and all, which assisted in getting me many a job in my career as a mediocre bit part actor.
Due to the quirky nature of my face I would usually play the butler and rarely the master, so it usually fell to me whilst playing Lane or Merriman to iron the wrinkles from the daily newspaper as was the custom of the day. It’s rather a shame we don’t continue with customs like this, but as we hardly produce any newspapers nowadays the necessity to iron them is greatly reduced also.
Whilst gravity may have a detrimental effect on one, at least there are some positive aspects of getting a little older, for with the passing of years one can amass vast knowledge and learn many a wrinkle which can leave the young struggling in your wake. Unfortunately it works both ways for while I have amassed great knowledge in many things, modern computer wizkiddery is not one of them and this is where the young get their own back. The young are left exasperated whilst trying to explain to me, what seems like the simplest task to them and I am generally left confused and frowning adding yet more wrinkles to my already jaded forehead.